Quotes About Cheeks

Their puffed-out cheeks are beetroot-red, making them resemble sweaty, meat-smeared squirrels.

There was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded, with white in the vague blueness there.

The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.

Ice slipped from everything, limb, twig, stump, rock, and cascaded chinking to ground. Mist lifted from the bottoms to lie over the tracks but did not lift much above her head. Mist smeared like tears squashed on her cheeks.

You could measure how long I would remember that moment by the redness of my cheeks. My father saw that I liked projects and taught me how to make lamps out of Chianti bottles.

I grew up watching anime, and the girls in anime have really rosy cheeks. That's how I got inspired to do my rosy pink cheeks on TikTok. I think it's really cute.

Look, Kate, we were just making conversation. It's a fifteen-hour drive and we made it without stopping. I was just trying to make sure that Sam didn't fall asleep." "By asking him questions about me?" "Don't read more into it than there is. We'd covered every other topic. You were the last thing we had in common." He realized his mistake too late. His poker face caved, his cheeks turned red.

To clarify, I haven't had surgery. Surgery is 'going under the knife,' breaking bones, adding stuff in. I simply just had cosmetic enhancement: it's just a little bit of filler which I put a little bit in my cheeks and in my lips.

A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when he saw the Ferris wheel. Electric green and red tears flowed down his furry cheeks. He looked like a boat out on the dark water.

he was tall and lean, had hollow cheeks, thick pale lips, and a nose like a big ragged chunk of granite shoved into his face. His

I have a nice smile, pretty lips, and big round cheeks. They help me look like a teenager.

What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain.

One of my favorite beauty products is Vincent Longo Water Canvas creamy blush. I have it in every color and I've been using it for 5 years and that's all I put on when I leave the house. It looks so natural I just put a little bit on my cheeks to give them some color.

I think a cream blush placed under foundation works the best. That way it shows through the skin the way your face does when it naturally blushes.

Use Creme de la Mer balm when your skin gets dry on a plane. You can put it on your cheeks to give your face a bit of a glow after you land.

The toughest guy I ever ran into had cheeks that needed a brassière.

Paolo gripped my shoulders and kissed my cheeks. I may have blushed. He was quite handsome when he wasn't bleeding out from dismemberment.

What embraces, in which the lilacs were crushed between them! What ardent kisses! What pink flushes of happiness mounting the cheeks of the two women!

Beauty's ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

My butt cheeks clenched to tightly that not even light could have escaped

letting myself be transported by her smile, the shape of her lips, the dimples in her cheeks, the astonishing mobility of her face. Looking at her, and feeling her knee against mine, gave me a chance not to think.

With plump little cheeks and blond ringlets, she looked like a porcelain doll. A very pissed off and evil porcelain doll.

She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while That full heart throbbed to overflow With that sweet look and lively tone And bright eye shining all the day They could not guess at midnight lone How she would weep the time away

Her complexion was a rich and mantling olive, and when watching the glow upon her cheeks I could almost swear that beneath the transparent medium there lurked the blushes of a faint vermilion.